Hanging onto photographs, scenes of better daysSelf-explaining silhouettes of games I used to playI don't think I'll ever get around to throwing them awayNothing seems to happen baby since youve been awayCrossword puzzle, half completed, lying on the floorCigarette butts seem to lead me nearer to the doorI don't think you're ever coming round any moreI have never felt this bad at any time beforeWont you come backBaby wont you come backI need youOh how I need youOh wont you come backBaby wont you come backI need youAll my sins can't be as bad as you make out they areIs it because I don't have a house and shiny car?I will bring you anything you want, from near or farI will write a song and be a rock-and-rolling starAh wont you come backBaby wont you come backI need youOh how I need youWont you come on home babyI need you